Let someone else take the front.

Beth raises her hand tentatively. "I do tend to get car sick," she offers meekly, somewhat embarrassed. You and Sarah immediately tell her to take the front, and you two clamber into the back. "Don't get used to this," Sarah says, indicating the seats. You laugh and look at her.

"We sit closer in the office," you point out. Beth and Emily laugh and Sarah grins. She glances at the front seat before gesturing to her exposed titflesh. You grin at her and she gives her tits a shake. Feeling yourself flush with embarrassment, you turn away. Emily catches your eye in the rear view mirror. "John, Sarah, no funny business," the blond admonishes you. Sarah snorts, sending another wave across her expansive flesh. As the car begins to move, Sarah leans over.

"You really have been enjoying my chest, John," she whispers. "I'm more than a pair of tits, you know," she points out. She leans back and gives you a wink to show she is teasing. You're about to feel bad when she cups her left breast and hefts it quickly. She lets it drop, and her quivering breast keeps your eyes glued there for a second longer than is probably appropriate. When your eyes meet hers again, she is fighting a laugh. "I had no idea," she whispered, fascinated by your obsession.

You struggle to form words in response, but Emily beats you to it. "About what?" she asks, her eyes never leaving the word. Sarah grins and lets her finger rest atop her left breast, the one closer to you. She subtly pushes, sending waves of jiggling breast around as she speaks. You can't help but look as Sarah continually forces her breast to nearly spill out of the bra. "About the rolling hills of Massachusetts," she laughs, looking out at the industrial area outside of the airport. Emily laughs as Sarah seems to be making fun of the landscape. Sarah catches your eye again, and grins. She leans over, letting her cleavage grow even deeper.

"I can do this all week," she tells you. "Just say the word."